The lofty Howel castle hid its shapes in the moving think mist.
There were too many clouds for morning glow to penetrate. One could vaguely see the towering roof.
The crimson roses grew at the feet of the castle. In full blossom, they even grew along the steel grey walls.
In the castle, Evan stumbled up the stairs to reach the top floor at the help's guidance.
The top floor was guarded by mobile security, unlike the silence downstairs.
Every time Evan passed a door, the detector would scan his body. Every time he entered, he had to remove his watch.
Evan sneered with arrogance. In his mind, his grandfather was nothing but a chicken who put his life above everything else. He arranged the tight security of where he lived. More ironically, he couldn't even trust his own grandson. He had to pass the security check too.
Lucien opened the last door. Before entering, Evan was scanned again.
